Creative Writing: The Handmaid's Tale

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The door shook as Aerith attempted to pull it open by the handle, but it remained locked. She let out a sigh and continued down the dim moon-lit hallway. All the doors she had encountered so far were locked tight, and it was getting frustrating. Surely the dining hall and kitchen wouldn't be too far from the foyer. "Maybe it's down the other wing?" Aerith murmured to herself softly, a habit she developed after her husband had left for the hunt. "Ha… Maybe I'll stumble across the castle's library. I bet Roxas doesn't have books that belong to a royal family." The brunette snickered, feeling rather silly mumbling all to herself, but it helped to keep her calm, especially in a dark, cold, and supposedly haunted castle. Speaking of haunted, Aerith …show more content…

He let out a sigh of content, feeling the hot tea warming him up as he leaned back in the chair. Winter was fast approaching, and the night was getting colder and colder. Roxas glanced over at the fireplace, making sure the fire he made hadn't gone out before turning back to the book on his hand. Whenever old memories resurfaced, Roxas would find himself rereading the book titled, After the Salt-Water Lake Dried written by Hope Estheim, from start to finish in one seating. The book helped him; then and now. Standing up from his chair, he walked over to the small bookshelf in the living area and shelved the book away. He hoped Aerith had read the book too. He never asked. Picking up his cup, Roxas entered the kitchen to rinse it clean. His stomach rumbled slightly after he was done with the task. Earlier, he couldn't think of eating dinner without having his stomach somersaulting. But now, after the cup of flower tea, he was feeling much more relax and his appetite came back demanding something filling. Well, Roxas thought as he made a beeline to the pantry. I guess a simple meal before bed should be fine. Tacatac tacatac… Roxas stopped in his path as his ears picked up on a familiar sound. He furrowed his brows in confusion and strained his ears to hear it better. Tacatac tacatac …show more content…

It had been roughly two and a half hours since they bid farewell. Aunt Aerith should be in Radiant Garden by now. Did she decide to turn back? Why? Did something happen? The blonde felt his heartbeat quicken and quickly consoled himself. Don't overthink this, Roxas! It could be another rider. It doesn't have to be Aunt Aerith! Roxas took in a few deep breaths to calm himself down, but concern and curiosity still got the better of him, thus he strode over to the front door and opened it just enough to look out. A gush of cold night air blew past him, causing him to shiver, but Roxas continued to peer out to the fields for any incoming rider. The cantering was clearer outside; he could hear the hooves battering against the dirt path heavily. Roxas waited for a few more seconds before he saw it, the silhouette of a horse cantering over the hills and towards town. He felt his chest tightened again. The horse was alone; there wasn't any rider. It could be a wild horse. It could be a wild horse. It could be a wild horse. Roxas chanted it over and over in his head, but as the running animal came close enough to the candlelight of the porch lights, Roxas felt his stomach

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